"Boy."
The first masked man, Fourth Grade, spoke, his voice hoarse and dry, like iron scraping against each other.
"We are interested in the things in the box on your back. Put down the things and leave your belongings. We will spare your life, otherwise..."
He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was already clear, and it was nothing more than killing people and seizing treasures.
Fang Han was alone and took a photo of a valuable treasure. In the eyes of these people, he was just a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
"Just you?"
Fang Han stopped and glanced calmly across the front, back, left and right. In the night, his eyes were deep and there was no trace of panic.
He spoke, his voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, with a hint of mockery.
"Seeking death!"
The other masked man, Fourth Grade, seemed to have a more violent temper. Hearing this, he let out a low drink and stood up first.
He used a pair of Water-Parting Emei Piercers, with a body shape like a ghost, which brought up afterimages and went straight to the back of Fang Han at an astonishing speed.
Almost at the same time as he moved, the Fourth Grade masked man in front also moved.
A thick-backed Ghost Head Blade in his hand made a shrill sound of breaking through the air, and Mountain Splitting Strike slashed toward Fang Han's face.
Blade Intent is heavy, with a faint sound of wind and thunder, and is obviously extremely powerful.
The seven Medium Grade warriors on the left, right and rear roofs also took action at the same time.
Hidden weapons, flying ropes, swords and swords all attack Fang Han's vital points from all tricky angles.
They cooperated tacitly, and were obviously used to doing this kind of thing. The moment they struck, it was a decisive blow, without giving Fang Han any chance to breathe.
The nine people attacked together, and their energies intertwined, sealing all the dodge space of Fang Han!
Especially the main attack by two Fourth Grade warriors in tandem is the most dangerous. Under such a siege, ordinary Fourth Grade warriors may be seriously injured or even killed in an instant.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han moved.
At the moment when all the attacks were about to hit his body, <Windcloud Escape> under his feet suddenly accelerated to the extreme.
The figure seemed to have turned into an invisible breeze, or like a weightless catkin.
In the sky filled with murderous intent, at an incredible angle, he slid sideways against the Ghost Head Blade that struck down hard.
At the same time, as if there were eyes on his back, he reached back with his other hand and grabbed the wrist of Emei Ci that came from behind with great precision.
Although <Black Tortoise True Art>Beginner stage has not yet been achieved, his physical strength and defense are already extraordinary, possessing strength and defense that far exceed those of ordinary Fourth Grade warriors.
"What?!"
Fourth Grade The masked man who had Emei stabbed felt his wrist tighten, as if locked by an iron hoop. A huge force came from him, and his forward momentum was abruptly stopped.
Before he could change his moves, Fang Han grabbed his wrist and swung it violently.
"Bang!"
This Fourth Grade masked man was actually used as a weapon by Fang Han, and he hit the two fifth-level warriors who were attacking from the side.
"Ah!" "Poof!"
Screams and the sound of broken bones sounded at the same time.
The two fifth-level warriors were hit by this "humanoid weapon" so much that their sternums collapsed, blood spurted from their mouths and flew backwards, leaving them dead.
The masked man Fourth Grade, who was used as a weapon, was also shaken by the violent impact, and his blood was boiling, and his arm was in severe pain.
"Keng--!"
At the same time, Fang Han quickly drew his sword with his other hand.
Cloudsplitter Sword came out of its sheath, like a poisonous dragon coming out of its hole, stabbing the front of Ghost Head Blade's Fourth Grade masked man's ribs exposed due to the old moves.
This time, fast, accurate and ruthless! The timing is perfect!
The Fourth Grade masked man who made Ghost Head Blade had just slashed through the air with his sword. The old strength had gone, but the new strength had not yet arisen. The defense was at its weakest under the ribs.
His expression changed with horror, and it was too late to block with his sword, so he could only twist around and send the protective body Internal Qi crazy towards his ribs.
"Poof!"
Cloudsplitter Sword pierced the protective body Internal Qi and penetrated the body of the masked man holding the knife.
"Uh-huh!"
The masked man with the knife let out a painful groan and stumbled backwards. Blood continued to flow from the wound. He had already suffered a serious injury.
As the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, two Fourth Grade warriors fell down and the other was injured, and the two fifth-level warriors died!
The remaining masked men all turned pale with horror, and their offensive slowed down. This was not a lamb to be slaughtered, but a beast in sheep's clothing.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han didn't stop, and moved again like a ghost. Cloudsplitter Sword drew a sad blue arc in the night.
The sword light was not grand, but it was condensed to the extreme. With a sharpness that could tear everything apart, it swept toward a sixth-level warrior on the roof on the right who was about to launch a hidden weapon.
"Tsk!"
The sixth-grade warrior didn't even have time to react. His throat felt cold, blood spurted out, and he fell off the roof.
Fang Han put his toes on the roof tiles, used the force to turn back, and the sword light turned around.
Like the sickle of death, it grazed the neck of the fifth-level warrior on the other side of the roof who was stunned by the sudden death of his companion.
Another person killed!
At this moment, the masked man Fourth Grade who had been stabbed in Emei got up from the ground, his arm still in pain.
Seeing how ferocious Fang Han was, killing four people in a row in an instant, he roared:
"The ideas are tough! Go shoulder to shoulder, don't give him a chance to defeat them one by one!"
The remaining five people, including the two Fourth Grade warriors, looked fiercely at Fang Han together.
"Pfft--"
Fang Han's expression remained unchanged. Every time Cloudsplitter Sword was swung out, it would inevitably bring a rain of blood.
Although there were many masked men besieging them, due to the absolute difference in speed and strength, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
"Clang!"
He swung away the long sword struck by a fifth-level warrior and took advantage of the situation to bully him. He didn't use any palm skills with his left palm, and he didn't know any palm skills.
Just let Internal Qi contain Hidden Force and print it on the chest of this fifth-level warrior.
This fifth-level warrior felt like he was hit by a heavy hammer, his chest collapsed, he flew backwards and crashed into an earthen wall, and there was no sound again.
"Go to hell!"
Ghost Head Blade's Fourth Grade masked man suppressed his injuries and pounced on him again with his sword. The sword was as bright as a sword, but he lost three points due to internal injuries.
Fang Han's eyes are cold.
Void Sundering!
Cloudsplitter Sword sounded loudly, Greater Accomplishment Sword Intent exploded loudly, the sword light was condensed like a line, the last attack came first, and it cut into the shadow of the sword in the sky.
"Crack!"
Ghost Head Blade was actually cut off from it, and the sword's light remained intact and passed by its throat.
The Fourth Grade masked man's eyes widened, he covered his bleeding neck and slowly knelt down.
"Withdraw!"
Another masked man named Fourth Grade who stabbed Emei saw that his companion was dead. His liver and gallbladder were split, and he no longer had the will to fight. He turned around and wanted to jump on the roof to escape.
"Want to leave?"
Fang Han points its toes to the ground, <Windcloud Escape> urges it to fire, its body is like lightning, the last hair comes first, and it instantly blocks its path.
The sword flashed and pierced straight into the back of the heart.
"I'll fight you!"
The fleeing Emei thorn Fourth Grade warrior roared in despair, turned around and danced wildly with his double thorns, fighting like a trapped beast.
However, Fang Han Sword Intent suddenly changed, turning the thorn into a sharp blade, and the sword light spilled like mercury on the ground, finding a gap and entering.
"Tsk! Tsk!"
With two soft sounds, the man's arms were cut off at the wrist, and his Emei thorns clattered to the ground.
Before he could scream, Fang Han struck a sword with his backhand and ended his life.
In just a few moments, nine attackers, including two Fourth Grade warriors, were all killed, and a thick smell of blood filled the streets.
"Must leave as soon as possible!"
Fang Han stood with a sword in his hand, breathing slightly, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle.
Knowing that he was not out of safety, he did not touch the corpse and immediately wanted to use <Windcloud Escape> to leave at full speed.
However.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Break the Wind sounds again!
More figures suddenly emerged from the shadows of the surrounding rooftops and alleyways, densely packed with dozens of people in total.
They are wearing different colors and are not a group. They obviously come from different forces.
Some were dressed in black and masked, some were dressed in fancy outfits, and a few were even wearing gang costumes.
At this moment, these people loomed into a larger encirclement, trapping Fang Han in the center.
They had obviously witnessed the short but bloody battle just now, and their eyes looking at Fang Han were filled with fear, but more importantly, they were filled with unabashed greed and ruthlessness.
"Everyone!"
A gloomy voice sounded from the roof on the east side. There stood a tall and thin old man holding Judge Pen, and his aura also reached Fourth Grade.
"This kid is very difficult. Fighting alone, none of us can easily take him down, let alone the thing on his back."
"Why don't we join forces to kill him first? Once we have the thing, we can each fight for it according to our own abilities! How about that?"
"That makes sense!"
"Agree!"
"Kill this little thing first!"
Echoes came from different directions.
These forces, which were originally wary of each other and possibly even hostile, quickly formed a temporary alliance in the face of the huge interests and threats presented by Fang Han.
"Kill!"
I don't know who was the first to shout, and dozens of people started at the same time.
The light and shadow of swords, the power of palm wind and fists, and the hidden weapons and poisonous sand, like a violent storm, enveloped Fang Han from all directions.
This time, there were five Fourth Grade warriors participating in the siege, and the remaining more than thirty people, the weakest of whom were all Medium Grade cultivators.
The momentum was so great that it far surpassed the nine people just now. The air flow in the entire street was disrupted, and the murderous intention was solidified.
"..."
Fang Han's face finally became more solemn.
Five Fourth Grade warriors, plus dozens of Medium Grade warriors, even he felt the pressure.
But there was no fear in his eyes, only cold murderous intent.
"You really think you've got me?"
He roared loudly, and <Mystic Wind Art>Internal Qi circulated in his body at an unprecedented speed.
Fourth Grade's mid-term cultivation exploded without reservation, and there was a faint cyan airflow surrounding his body.
Greater Accomplishment level <Void-Sundering Nine Swords> Sword Intent soared into the sky, Cloudsplitter Sword in his hand buzzed with excitement.
<Windcloud Escape> used his feet to the extreme, and his figure instantly blurred, turning into dozens of afterimages that were difficult to distinguish between true and false, and rushed into the crowd.
Avoid the truth and turn to the imaginary, not forcefully!
"Tsk!"
The sword light was like lightning, and a sixth-level warrior who rushed towards him from the side had blood splattered on his throat and fell to the ground.
His figure never stopped, like a fish swimming dangerously through the gaps in the sky.
The fierce palm wind of a Fourth Grade warrior brushed against the corner of his clothes and shattered the bluestone behind him.
He took an eccentric approach with his sword and pointed at the armpit of another Fourth Grade warrior who was using a gun.
The shooter was shocked and hurriedly shot back to block.
"Clang!"
Guns and swords clashed, and sparks flew everywhere.
He flicked his wrist, and a spiral Hidden Force passed along the gun body.
The wielder of the spear felt his arm sore and numb, almost lost his grip on the spear, and retreated in shock.
"Death!"
On the left, a sinister old man holding Judge Pen came quietly, his two pens were like a poisonous dragon coming out of a hole, and he pointed at the back of Fang Han's head and lumbar spine at a tricky and ruthless angle.
Fang Han seemed to have eyes on its back and without looking back, Flowing Cloud Sword stabbed out from under the armpit at an incredible angle and hit the pen tip of Judge Pen accurately.
"Ding!"
There was a crisp sound, and the old man felt an extremely sharp Sword Qi coming through the pen, making his blood boil, and the offensive suddenly disappeared.
Fang Han, however, relied on the force of the collision to erratically turn around and dodge the poisonous iron caltrops under the hood above his head.
At the same time, Cloudsplitter Sword drew a perfect arc, cutting off the weapons in the hands of the three fifth-level warriors on the right who were cooperating with the attack, and also cut open the chest of one of them.